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'Man, it's so cold out!' Hetty said, shivering.
'Why didn't you take a heavier coat?' Granger asked.
'Because I clearly didn't anticipate this kind of deep freeze, Owen!'
'Okay okay. Look, Take my coat. It can help keep you warm until we get back to the hotel.'
'And have you catch cold? No way! I'm not going to have time to take care of you if you get sick!' Hetty stubbornly insisted.
'And what about if you catch cold? You know, someone of your age getting sick can actually be very serious, you know?' Graner matter of factly replied.
'Owen Granger, are you calling me old?!'
'Aw damn it.' He muttered.
Both of them walked unhappily back to their hotel, shivering most of the way.
Hetty didn't get the sniffles, remarkably. But Granger ended up with a sniffly nose!
'Well this is quite ironic. Considering you were the 1 concerned about me getting cold!' Hetty boasted.
'Oh shut up. (achoo!).' Granger muttered.